I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

I’m all out of midnight phone calls and flowers sent to your door. I’m out of throwing letters off fire escapes and drawing a cathedral in the sand. I’m out of spray-painting your name on freeway overpasses. I’m low on cute names given between blankets and 9am. I’ve got no dramatic displays of public affection left. And now everyone else I ever love is going to think me boring. Because I used it all up on you.

You must always love like you have never been hurt before. if those things are truely in your heart and you do them because they make you happy then no one should ever have the power to take it away form you. Nothing is used up...just your ability to give to the very person who did not appreciate

I remember once, being told that wanted (needed) me to be the one to woo, for he was very tired and wanted simply to feel, pleased. (given not taken)Or something to that effect.

And I remember wondering how I would figure out how to do that to him, for him. I never have managed, or at least, I botched it up in practice. \When you're pleased, I love it; and I want to please you. Even more so, I want to know you.

There is always more to give... don't let the past ruin it for yourself and others...there is someone out there who will really appreciate and love you unconditionally for who you are... but for that experience, you need to be who you are, let go of the fear and love completely again... I know it's hard... I am working on that myself after having my heart shredded 3 years ago.. still working on it... but it's so worth it. Happy New Year. Ax

Maybe its my fault, but even if it were doesnt that show that we hold something much more than them? Doesn't it say that we shall last? Doesnt it prove that the cupboard may be empty, but your heart can never be?